Chapter 908

"How is that possible? How can you destroy this place? You can't see with your eyes. " It seems that the leader of the border city was hit hard. After he was killed by God, he kept repeating the same words.

"My eyes can't see, but my heart is like a mirror." Ye Mo Chen hummed coldly: "all things in the world are complementary. You can guide these guys to deal with us. How can we not deal with them? If you can't deal with it, it's the king's incompetence. Now, what else do you have to say? "

"You are terrible." The main road of the border city.

After seeing the people of Wu, especially the severity of nangongyan, he thought that no matter how terrible it was, there would be no more terrible people.

However, so quickly, reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

In this world, there is no most terrible, only more terrible. At least, now he is deeply aware that nangongyan is absolutely not so terrible as yemochen.

"Only the enemy will find this king terrible." Yemo Chen said: "as a Yao people, you should do things for Wu, harm our Yao people, it is unforgivable."

"Now that you are here, and you like these creatures so much, you can stay here. What I don't like most is to put time bombs around me. You, who will rebel at any time, will die."

Without any hesitation, when Mo Chen's voice fell, he laid hands on the leader of the border city.

In this world, only the dead can be really clever.

The Kungfu of the leader of the border city is just ordinary. Nangong Yan has taught him nothing to use, which means he is useless. How can he hide from Yemo Chen's quick and fierce killing?

Death is just a moment.

In order to avoid a long night's dream, after he killed the man, he directly took out the rotten corpse water to corrode the corpse.

When the corpse was disposed of, he looked around again. Except for the fog generated by drugs and the insects mixed in the fog, the only difference was that there was an array, a big maze. As long as the people who stepped in, they would get lost if they were careless, only if someone helped to guide them.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally saved the array. After he was sure that nothing was wrong again, he turned and left.

The leader of the border city will not come back. He must choose a new one.

Who is he going to make the new Lord of the city? He doesn't know yet, but he doesn't plan to see it from the public.

After thinking about it, he disguised himself as an ordinary people, mingled among the people, and occasionally mentioned the city Lord as if he had not noticed it.

At such times, someone told him how bad the city master was and how stupid he was. Some even scolded the God for not being open-minded and should kill him with thunder.

Of course, some people express themselves directly, while others express themselves implicitly. However, no matter how they express themselves, there is only one answer. Especially those whose relatives have been expelled are more and more angry.

Apart from these people, there are still a small number of people who do not care about everything about the border city leader, only hope that he will succeed, because only corrupt he can work with those unscrupulous businessmen for welfare.

Yemochen almost went all over the streets of the border city, asked people at all levels, and ruled out the possibility that those people had other purposes to guide. In the end, the leader of the border city was unpopular, and it didn't matter if he died.

During this period, he also learned about several potential people, but he was unable to make up his mind who was the leader of the city.

He observed in the dark for two days, and finally came up with a way: the purpose of choosing the city leader is to benefit the people and let them live and work in peace and contentment. Naturally, this test has to do with the people. He just wants to see who can choose for the sake of the people regardless of life and death.

When he made up his mind, he regained his status as a subordinate horse.

The city master has no city master, but the place where he lives is still there. People in the mansion know his identity and dare not neglect him.

He called for the housekeeper and asked him to find the people he liked.

The housekeeper naturally can't refuse, his speed is very fast, will all people come, also only took an hour.

In the hall, yemochen sat at the top, and the people who were called stood there, talking to each other.

Night Mo Chen lightly swept a circle, when the line of sight glided over the edge of the man, his line of sight more stopped a few times, but also quickly moved away.

He said: "if you want to come, everyone is very confused. I don't know why our palace wants you to come. Since all the people are here, we don't beat around the bush. Let's just say it."

They all looked at yemochen and waited for his words.

"These days, the Lord of the city is missing. Our palace wants to do something, but we can't find anyone, but we can't wait all the time. I heard that some of you are scholars and have a little reputation in the border town. Therefore, our palace intends to ask you for help. What do you think?" As he spoke, his eyes kept turning around on several people.

"If you have something to do with your horse, just tell me. We'll do our best." Someone spoke.Yemo Chen took a look at the man and recognized that he was a teacher. When he looked at other people, they all showed that they would do their best as long as he told them.

He was very satisfied with this attitude. However, he said, "don't be in a hurry. What I want you to do is not an ordinary thing. Even if you don't agree, I won't blame you."

"Yes, sir." Another man spoke.

Seeing that the foreshadowing was almost done, yemochen did not beat around the Bush any more and said directly: "I think some people in the border town got the plague and were driven out by the city leader. As you know, I came from the new town. All the hundred surnames in the border town and Yecheng went to the new town. They are now placed in the temporary houses built outside the new town, Some doctors are treating them, but their condition is not very good. Besides, there are not enough people in Xincheng. I want to ask you, is there anyone willing to help in Xincheng? "

"This..." As soon as they heard about the plague, those who had been active before became silent, and no one spoke.

Ye Mo Chen picked his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the man he had seen before. He remembered that he was an ordinary scholar who was not good at words, but he was very enthusiastic. Moreover, his enthusiasm was never expressed in words, but in deeds.

Sure enough, but in a moment, the man said: "the grass people have been in contact with epidemic patients, and they have some understanding of their psychology. If King Li does not give up, let the grass people go."